From the omnipotent giver
To the omnipotent guard
Nil to the edge
Nil and consistent

Red lights, green lights
Vision is obscured and powerless
Think about who was the most indecent

Praises
And all the sweet smell of paradise
I quit running
From the bloodbath that evening

Totally pitiful sovereign
Wishes are conceded
As yet lacking and should demand

Two of them dancing, crying, chuckling
Now is the right time, I said
Not a commendable act, you said
And the exit door is over yonder

Blue skin and dull eyes
The fantasy of certain ladies and men
The cry you like
And the strange grin

From cinders to remains
Since I was resembling a carcass
And you are likewise gone
So nobody else could endure

But, there is as yet an opportunity
And there is